I take two fistfuls of his t-shirt and bring him even closer to me, so close I can smell the hint of whiskey again on his breath.
“Were you drinking?”
“One glass on the plane. Tried to calm my nerves. Turns out I don’t love to fly.”
Logan puts his mouth to my neck.
His lips are like a drug I never want to be without again. He runs his mouth across my neck and down to my collarbone, and he plants a kiss there before lifting his head.
His eyes are smoldering, and I hold my breath.
“Macey, I just want you to know…”
Logan puts his hands on my face and pulls me toward him gently. And I go to him before he can say more.
His kiss is soft, so soft, and somehow that makes it even more erotic. A cry escapes my throat when his tongue gently works its way into my mouth, and I stop fighting.
We stay that way for a long time, our mouths intertwined with nothing to stop us for the first time all summer. My legs are trembling as Logan unties my braid until my hair is loose and he’s got one handful of it tight against my neck. His breath is ragged when he pulls off my top and unhooks my bra.
Then he kisses my breast. And I nearly come undone.
He painstakingly unbuttons my jean shorts until they slip off me. When he moves his hand over my underwear, touching me like only he can, I lean back against the truck and wrap my arms around his neck.
“You know you’re still the only man who’s gotten me off with his hand.”
His hand stills over the lace fabric. “Seriously?”
I put my hand over his. “I guess I never really trusted anyone else.”
His fingers move slowly, so slowly beneath the elastic of my underwear that I shake in anticipation. When they finally reach the wetness waiting for him, we make eye contact.
“The first time I touched you here, I thought I’d pass out from how much I wanted you and how scared I was that I’d screw up.” Logan’s eyes are flames of desire surging into mine. “The way you moved when you came—it was my go-to jerk-off movie for months.”
“Just months?” I tease him.
“Well, then I got to make love to you. And that took first place. Until the next time we made love, and then that became the best. Each time was better than the last.”
He slips one finger inside me and moves it just where I need it, then uses his thumb to stroke up higher.
“That’s it, baby.” Logan’s eyes glaze over as he watches me throw my head back against the truck. “Let go.”
My orgasm doesn’t happen like I expect it to, with a slow build-up followed by coiling tension and then a release, sometimes big, sometimes huge, sometimes quick.
This orgasm is like an atomic bomb going off. It’s hard and it’s long and it’s…momentous. Like the concept of losing Logan forever did something to my body, made it lonely and needy and…a little crazy.
I cry out Logan’s name over and over and clutch at his back as I continue to clench around his finger.
“You’ve never come like that.” Logan’s lips brush mine. “Not with me.”
“Not ever. The biggest orgasms of my life have all been with you.”
When the rest of our clothes are in a pile on the ground, he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My hips grind into his, desperately seeking contact.
Holding me tightly with one arm, Logan traces a line with his finger from my neck down to my heart. I stretch my arm out, grab my purse off the front of the truck, and pull a condom out of it.
My whole body is shaking from how much I want him.
“I’ve missed you,” he says into my ear, and the honesty in his voice cracks my last bit of armor wide open. “Nothing in my entire existence will ever come close to you, Mace. Ever.”
